Daytona Baby [N.H]

39

Olivia Campbell

I barely noticed that we had made it to our room until he was lowering me onto the bed, I was so out of it. Not from the alcohol, purely from him. His lips moved against mine in a frenzy, urgent to prove himself.

Maybe that's why it took me a few minutes to realize we were making out on a blanket of cash. The whole bed was covered in a thick layer of bills that I originally thought were ones before I realized they were hundreds. My brain couldn't even begin to guess how much it was.

"Niall where did you get all this?"

As soon as the question left my throat I knew it sounded stupid. Where did he, the famous rockstar, get all this money?

"My wallet." He replied with a goofy grin as he straightened, leaving me with my back to the mattress.

"Oh yeah, this is probably your 'walking around' money right?" I teased, although there might be a hint of truth.

Niall lifted our arms up, straightened between us as our fingers interlocked. I kept my legs wrapped tightly around his torso.

"Just some change I found in my pocket."

We laughed and he dipped his head down to kiss me quickly.

"Really though, what's this for?" I asked him seriously.

"A special occasion." He winked and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at how overboard he's gone with my birthday. It's sweet how much he thought about all this.

Niall closed the gap between us again, kissing me slower, inhaling deeply to preserve the feeling.

"Close your eyes," he whispered against my lips. "Don't open them until I say."

I didn't question it. Keeping my eyes closed, I felt him break away and stand from the bed. His footsteps sent small vibrations through the floor with each step, giving me a general indication of where he was in the room. Suddenly he was back in front of me again and I felt my stomach flip at the anticipation of what I couldn't see.

Something was placed on the bed directly in front of me. My initial instinct was to reach for it but Niall's hands found mine first.

He placed them on top of the object, a smooth, hard surface. It was a box, about the size of a typical shoebox.

He flipped my hands over so the palms faced up. I was about to ask but I felt a narrow strip of material land in my open hands. I gently closed my fingers around it. Very smooth, velvet maybe. It disappeared from my grip momentarily and then I felt the material being dragged lightly down the side of my face. The faint touch gave me shivers.

"Do you know what this is?" Niall's voice spoke lowly, but clear.

"Yes," I answered. By the tone of his voice and the sudden tension, I deducted that it was a blindfold.

"Do you want to use it?"

I only thought about it for a short moment before nodding precisely. The fabric covered my eyes and Niall tied the knot behind my head, tight enough so it wouldn't slip.

My anticipation only increased at this new element. With my eyes just closed I had the option of opening them when I wanted, now I am left to fully trust him.

"Open the box." Niall's voice slices through the room.

I pause for a second then I lift the lid off and place it to the side. The first thing I feel when I reach in is probably the most obvious tell as to what this box is filled with. I pull out a vibrator, about six inches. I find the button and press it once. It's surprisingly powerful, even on the lowest setting.